Wake up waiting for processing

I slowly came too, the **** finally letting me wake up. Before I even opened my eyes I could feel a deep ache in my arms, feeling them stretched out above me.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a small empty room of a warehouse. A long metal rail ran along the ceiling and punched through the a set of swinging door in front of me.

I looked up and saw my arms spread out like a y, wrist restraints holding me tight and attached to a device hugging the rail.

I heard a husky male voice behind me, "Hey you awake?"

I tried to crane my head but couldn't really look. "Yea what is this?"

The other voice sighed. "We are in processing. They only need to process a few gimps a day so we have to wait until it is time. I've been waiting for a day. I'd rather this just be done." he said his voice depressed and resigned.